Chapter Eleven: All My Money Is Yours
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Li Mo was awakened by a warm, moist sensation.
It wasn’t a dream—it felt too real.
A warm, slick tongue was tracing the length of his shaft, licking inch by inch from the base upward.
The pace was slow, as if on purpose; the tip of the tongue lingered an extra second at every spot, tracing a small circle before continuing upward.
Li Mo’s consciousness hadn’t fully returned yet, but his body had already stiffened.
It was so hard it hurt, and he snapped his eyes open.
A crystal chandelier, a luxurious bedroom.
It’s the Simulated World!
He was completely naked, the covers pushed aside. Liu Ruyan was kneeling between his legs, her hair cascading down over his thighs—she, too, was completely naked.
But there was something new around her neck.
A collar.
Made of black leather, fastened tightly, with a slender chain attached below, the end of which dangled off the bed.
Liu Ruyan sucked on it intently, her tongue circling the tip, her cheeks slightly hollowed out, revealing the rhythmic motion of her mouth.
Li Mo’s mind went blank.
One second he was in his rented apartment; the next, he was lying here, awakened by Liu Ruyan’s tongue.
“Wh—”
He managed a single syllable, his throat dry as sandpaper. Liu Ruyan heard the sound and lifted her head, her tongue sliding away from his member, leaving a thin silver thread in its wake.
Her face was flushed—not with shyness, but with the kind of heat born of desire, spreading from her neck all the way to her ears. Her eyes were wet, and droplets of moisture clung to her lashes.
She looked at Li Mo, her lips slightly parted, her breath uneven: “Master… please… touch me… I feel so bad…”
Her voice trembled; every word quivered.
Li Mo’s blood surged in two directions at once—to his mind and to his lower body. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at Liu Ruyan.
She was curled up between his legs, kneeling on the bed with her back arched, the curve of her spine stretching from her shoulder blades all the way to the small of her back, her skin so pale it glowed. Her n*****s brushed against the sheets, standing erect, a bright pink.
The insides of her thighs were completely wet; her love juices trickled down her inner thighs, leaving a small dark stain on the sheets.
Li Mo’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently. Liu Ruyan crawled forward on her knees, cupped the chain hanging from the sheets in both hands, and respectfully handed it to him.
Her hands were trembling: “Master… please whip me… and make me come afterward, okay…”
Li Mo looked down at the chain in Liu Ruyan’s hands. At the end of the chain was a narrow leather strap—soft and slightly elastic.
He looked back at Liu Ruyan. She was kneeling there, the collar around her neck rising and falling with her breath. Her eyes were filled with anticipation, and she had bitten a small mark into her own lip.
The elegant Liu Ruyan of the banquet was now kneeling before him, handing him the strap and begging him to strike her.
Li Mo instinctively reached out and gripped the strap tightly.
He raised his hand; the strap traced an arc through the air and fell gently.
“Smack.”
The sound wasn’t loud, but it was crisp.
The belt struck Liu Ruyan’s left n****e with precision.
Liu Ruyan’s body arched violently.
“Ah~”
The sound squeezed out from the depths of her throat—not pain, but the release of intense pleasure after being stimulated to the extreme, tinged with a quivering tremor.
The spot where the belt had struck quickly flushed with blood, the color shifting from pink to deep red, and her n****e grew even harder.
Liu Ruyan’s entire body trembled from Li Mo’s strike; her thighs clenched and then relaxed, and another stream of fluid trickled down from between her legs.
Li Mo felt his veins burning; his rationality was nearly consumed by the heat.
He raised his hand again.
“Smack.”
This blow was slightly heavier, striking her right n****e.
Liu Ruyan’s trembling turned into convulsions. Her hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white, as broken moans escaped her lips.
“Ah… Master… Master… Give it to me… I beg you…”
Li Mo’s voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth, hoarse beyond belief.
“Kneel properly, little bitch.”
Liu Ruyan’s body was still trembling, but she moved quickly, turning around to face away from him, spreading her knees, and kneeling between his parted legs.
Li Mo propped himself up to sit. Liu Ruyan’s back was exposed before him; the curve of her shoulder blades was beautiful, tapering downward, with two small dimples deeply indented at the small of her back.
Below that were her buttocks—plump and rounded—tucked high in the kneeling position, revealing a hint of pink in the crevice between them.
Her beautiful, jade-like feet were curled to either side of her hips, arches taut, jade-like toes clenched together, the soles slightly flushed.
Li Mo’s gaze shifted upward. Between her thighs, everything was wet.
The delicate pink petals were soaked through, glistening with moisture and quivering slightly, as if breathing.
Liu Ruyan turned her head to look at him, her eyes filled with desire, her pupils dilated.
She swayed her hips, rocking her buttocks from side to side twice. The movement was subtle, but the curve was devastating.
“Master… please give it to your little b***h…”
Li Mo still held the chain connected to the collar around her neck.
As he watched the scene before him, the last remnants of his rationality were on the verge of collapse.
“Spread them yourself.” His voice was low, as if rolling out from the depths of his chest.
Liu Ruyan’s eyes lit up. She lifted her hands off the bed and reached behind her, her fingers gripping the sides of her labia and pulling them apart.
Without the support of her arms, her upper body collapsed forward, her face and chest pressed tightly against the sheets. Her waist arched into a stunning curve, forcing her buttocks even higher.
The parted petals were fully exposed before Li Mo—pink, moist, their inner walls contracting slightly, with a droplet of clear liquid hanging at the entrance, glistening in the light.
Li Mo’s breathing had completely spun out of control, and the belt in his hand rose uncontrollably.
“Crack.”
The belt lashed against the petals.
“Ahhh—!”
Liu Ruyan’s scream changed pitch; her entire body jerked on the bed, her buttocks trembling and contracting violently, the muscles on the inner thighs taut as guitar strings, her toes curled until they turned white.
A gush of fluid surged from within her, trickling down the base of her thighs.
The sight before him completely robbed Li Mo of his senses. One hand cupped Liu Ruyan’s beautiful buttocks, while the other pulled the chain, the tip of his p***s pressing against her entrance.
He could clearly feel the entrance spasming, contracting, and sucking him in.
Li Mo took a deep breath, thrust his hips forward with all his might...
[s****l Function: Not Activated]
The blue panel snapped open right in front of his face.
Everything below his waist was instantly locked in place; he couldn’t move a single millimeter.
[s****l Function: Not Activated]
[s****l Function: Not Activated]
It popped up three times in a row.
Li Mo slammed his fist into the mattress.
“You f*****g think you can get this for free??”
His voice was so loud it echoed throughout the entire bedroom.
Liu Ruyan was startled by his roar. She turned her head to look at him, the dazed look in her eyes fading slightly.
Then she climbed out of bed, ran naked to the dresser, pulled open a drawer, rummaged through it a couple of times, and ran back holding a bank card.
She dropped to her knees in front of him with a thud.
Holding the bank card high above her head with both hands, she bowed her head, her hair falling to either side, as if making an offering.
“Master… I’ll give you all the money… the PIN is your birthday… Master, please, please give it to me…” Her voice was choked with tears, her expression utterly pitiful.
Li Mo sat on the edge of the bed, panting as if he’d just run a 10,000-meter race, looking down at Liu Ruyan kneeling on the floor.
She held the bank card in her hands, completely naked, the chain of her collar dragging across the carpet, two red marks still visible on her n*****s.
The scene was utterly absurd.
The CEO of the Trillion Group was kneeling to hand him a bank card, begging him to take her, yet he was immobilized by the collar.
Li Mo reached out and took the card. The black surface bore no bank name, only a string of numbers; he flipped it over, and the back was blank.
“The PIN is your birthday…” Liu Ruyan repeated, her voice much softer, continuing to look up at him with a pitiful expression.
Li Mo’s fingers clenched the bank card as he looked down at Liu Ruyan. In the real world, that face could crush anything, but here, she was kneeling at his feet, begging him.
Li Mo placed the bank card on the nightstand, then released the chain in his hand. He bent down and hooked his finger under Liu Ruyan’s chin.
Her eyes were wet, her eyelashes clumped together, and his face was reflected in her pupils.
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